Pfffffttttt! I laugh at you all and your vocal directions. I have joined up, discovered my horse's horsenality and have become one with him. I simply communicate with mental telepathy that he needs to put on his own halter, open the gate and come with me. It isn't my fault he doesn't have opposable thumbs and can't follow my instructions
"*crinkle crinkle*" [Peppermint wrapper.] Works like a charm.
Yes, it worked everytime for me, but one of my OTTBs knew if the wrapper contained a peppermint or if I was trying to pull a fast one. We have an "Oh Shit" bucket full of goodies; shake that and they all come flying.
For all the cruelty and hardship of our world, we are not mere prisoners of fate. Our actions matter, and can bend history in the direction of justice.
~ Barack Obama
Any tips on how an Enlgish rider can accomplish catching her horse?
Most certainly! I shall describe a typical day of procurring my fine equine friend. Whilst the clouds were producing mist which moistened the fair and dewy skin on my face, I stood in my Barbour coat and wellies, admiring my fine steed. I enjoyed a fine blend of Earl Grey tea, wishing that once again the bonnie Prince William and his new bride, the Duchess (or Kit Kat, as she has begged me to call her) had joined me for the day.
After tea, I call for my ever loyal Thomas to dispose of my cup and saucer and then softly whisper a quiet "I beg your pardon, fair horse, but I am in need of a fine ride for a jaunt through the English countryside". Fair horse then deigns to ignore me.
Upon which I raise my wonderfully accented and gentile voice and yell, "c'mon Dover! Move yer blooming 'arse!!!!"
Horse promptly comes toward me, whilst lowering his head to enable that I should slip a halter over his noble head. My endeavor is finished.